I've been neglecting this poor little blog... i don't think anyone reads it anyway. so i was over on ruth's blog page, and i've been reading her rants lately, and i agree with them most definitely. i actually commented on one in too many words... sorry about that ruth!

i was looking at her links and clicked on 'campus graffiti' and was excited that it was exactly what i thought, a collection of bathroom graffiti. it's specifically for UIUC, so thats kind of sad, but i've actually been thinking about doing the same thing for SFSU, specifically the CA building... because of course, i'm there all the time.

i guess theres this thing that goes on in the CA building and library, in the stall by the tile walls, people have written little things in the grout. not a big deal. but what makes it fun is that in the girls bathroom all of the sayings are 'tile' as in "you are the tile beneath my wings" but i've been told that in the guy's bathrooms they are all of 'grout' as in "the Grout Gatsby." how freaking genius is that?! i want to document them as much as possible and make it into an art... thing.

i just thought i'd share my idea, in hopes to recruit some help :coughicantgetintotheguysbathroomscough: ... also i think it's a huge job for just one person.

so, you know, let me know if you want to get in on this.

i'm particularly excited for the giant cement pole in the girls bathroom in the student center food court. that thing is a gold mine!

it's just so cute!

i have found my new favorite thing. a pair of mini vice grips! they are tiny and adorable. i'm sure there is a good use for them... small nuts perhaps? i'm not sure, but i found them yesterday and was incredibly amused by them.

in other news, i'm learning plumbing. for the stage. hah. i have to make a toilet flush and a sink run onstage. i need to buy things first. i'm kind of scared... i don't much about plumbing at all. and why is there a b in plumbing?

poetry...?

ugh. i do not get most poetry. i just don't "get" it. its really quite frustrating. especially when i have to read it for class and i'm supposed to understand what the hell they are talking about.

i think its cool that people write poetry, and they can get it published and that people (might) buy it. that's pretty awesome. but i still dont know what they are saying.

maybe i'm just not on the same level as the poetry. is that it? the poetry is deeper than i am, but i am not shallow. or maybe i am. i have no idea.

i enjoy accessible poetry because i understand it. and i like poetry that has pretty words and images. but my god there are times where i will read a poem and just be like, "okay" and move on and not be affected in the least.

my poor mind. it doesn't like it.

i'm done now. i wanted to post in gallimaufry because i haven't in a while and my lack (oooh i typed clack first, great word) of understandint poetry isn't extreme enough for aimee hates everything. the end.

lets talk about dreams!

i've had some hardcore vivid dreams lately. im always afraid to talk about a dream streak because i don't want it to go away. i guess the combination of me staying up late, being able to sleep in, and not being stressed out has let my mind go crazy, and its AWESOME. now usually, it happens because ive been immersed in something like a tv show, and i usually start dreaming about it being part of my life. this has happened with the OC (back in season 1!), veronica mars (mmm logan) and the office (JIM! ::Heart::). ah, and lately its happened with harry potter because ive read all 6 in a matter of a couple weeks. and man, its just been super fun. dreaming about harry potter is an adventure. last night i actually dreamt about real people. apparently "dreamt" is not a word recognized by spell check. interesting. anyway, last night, there were a lot of bright carpets, pretty boys, and a huge house with a glass ceiling and a greenhouse in the attic. good times. i remember thinking at one point, "wow, this dream has actually gone on for more than one night" but i cant remember any of the other ones. i just knew that its been continued. unless im channeling harry potter again (book 5, people). i have a very strong suspicion that lindsey lohan showed up at some point as well. odd.

i felt the need to post, this poor blog felt abandoned.

its only been three years...

but theres nothing like seeing people you went to high school with get married and/or have babies.
in some ways it makes me feel like im unproductive or something weird.
and at the same time, im like HOLY HELL you are barely in your 20s.
given, that works out sometimes... but still, woah.

i think ill just go back to SF and try and find myself a straight man.

"i think i need to move. i cant find a husband and my parrot is gay"
-sarah from crew.